The girls get separated

A heavy silence hung in the room. Velma saw one of the men elbow the one standing next to him and point with his chin toward Daphne. He then whispered something in his companion's ear, causing the man to snicker.

'This isn't good' thought Velma, her mind racing to come up with a solution. It was then she noticed the boss staring intently at her. Unlike the others, he wasn't smiling. His look was more intense and serious. Where his underlings where behaving like a bunch of horny teenage boys, he was looking at her like a predator sizing up prey.

Finally, he stepped forward and asked, "What did you say your names were again?" When neither one of them answered he stepped forward and asked in a slightly quieter voice, "You two are already treading on real thin ice. Don't test my patience any further. Tell me you're fucking names."

"Velma Dinkley...Daphne Blake" they said one after the other.

"Well, hi there Velma and Daphne," he responded sarcastically "My name is none of your fucking business, and you two are in deep shit". Another jolt of shock ran through Velma as she watched the man's eyes run up and down her body.

"You seem to be the smart one," he said, still looking at Velma. "Why don't you and I go into my office and talk."

He walked a few feet to the opposite wall and opened a door. With a predator's smile, he gestured for her to follow him. Velma and Daphne looked at each other and locked their hands together.

"Now, now, now," he said, "I think I've been pretty clear that I don't like asking twice. If I have to come over there and get you, you're going to regret it."

Velma looked back at Daphne and tried to say something but couldn't find the words.

"Don't worry," came the man's voice, "the boys here will keep your friend company."

With a slow ****, Daphne gently released Velma's hand, nodded to her, and smiled sweetly.

"Don't worry," she whispered, "it's going to be okay."

Velma tried to smile back with what she thought was a hopeful way, but she felt her stomach churn as she turned away from her friend and followed the man into the room. She flinched as she heard him close and lock the door. Despite herself, she couldn't turn off her analytical sense. She quickly took in the layout of the room. There wasn't much to see. There was a cheap desk with practically nothing on it, a footlocker against the wall, and a fold-out chair in the middle of the room.

It was here where the man sat down and looked at her. As he sat studying her, she did the same to him. He wasn't as big or muscular as some of the others in his group, but he did give off an air of authority and menace. And he was tall. At least 6 ft. He had short cropped black hair, what appeared to be well defined muscle accentuated by a simple t-shirt and blue jeans, and a rugged face with some 5:00 shadow starting to show. Velma hated to admit it to herself, but the man was handsome.

"So, what do you want to know," she asked. This drew a chuckle from the man.

"Come on now, you know I didn't bring you back here to talk." Velma felt her blood begin to run cold. It was then she heard the sound of a scuffle in the main room followed by Daphne's voice.

"Stop, get off me!" Velma made like she was going to go toward the door, before the man sat up and stepped in front of her.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, that tone of menace creeping back into his voice.

"Daphne," she whispered softly. As the sound of struggling grew louder.

"You need to stop worrying about your friend and more about yourself," he said, looming over her.